True and Ioyful News: OR A Word of Comfort TO THE GODLY PARTY: A POEM UPON Mr. H—s's late Deliverance,
VVHat H-s Acquitted, Armstrong's Magazine!
Tory turn'd Ignoramus, without Spleen?
The Old Causes grand Goliah's Pim- is come,
Has slipt the noose, bilkt Ketch, escap'd his doom,
The Cities Hopes, the Charters chief Upholder,
Dissenters joy, the Scriptures best unfolder,
Is safe arrived; proclaim a Solemn Day,
Let's Halelujahs to his Praises pay:
For he's the Hero of our State-Plot-Play.
The Confin'd Saviour of the Nation's gone,
His Crystal Plot and mighty Train's undone;
Succeeding H-s shall be his Adopted Son.
Can Salamanca's brood ere want a Boy,
Whilst H-s's the Acteoniz'd Phanaticks joy!
Who brings an Ordered Babel on his Tongue,
Tuning Sedition to the good old Song
Of All Health to Old Noll, in each Cabal,
Whose empty words the Vulgar Gospel call.
The
H-ys.
Dove (precise dissenters say) 's return'd,(For whom through fear the City Faction mourn'd)
With Olive Branches, since the Floods decrease,
And fatal Tidings of the
D. O.
Ravens Case;Who boldly wing'd ore th' surface of the Deep,
Till boisterous Billows did imprison'd keep,
The wandring Messenger of the active side,
Whose vast Phanatick Ark does doubtful glide,
Longing for th' 'batement of a blest State Tyde.
Big with Ill-hopes, ill-meaning Zealots Crew;
Whom no Religion pleases but a New,
Can bless, speak fair, with the same breath undo.
D. T.
Geneva's Trojan Horse ador'd by some,Fill'd with arm'd men, Traytors suppos'd from Rome,
Whose out-swell'd Salamanca sides contain,
The numerous Ofspring of
London.
Augusta's Train,Whitehall made room for this outlandish Beast,
Each did admire, and for his favour prest,
Till sable Clouds of unexpected Grief
Ore vail'd the Srate, not thinking of relief.
The mighty Monsters Bowels yearn'd agen,
And then brought forth a wondrous Plot, not men;
Which (Hydra like) when spoyl'd, another rose,
Debauch'd the Land and its Par'nts heads expose,
Whose (Jove-like) brain a fruitful womb supply'd
Gave birth to H-s and great
Armstrong
Tom's princely Pride.When H—s their Bully-Cock, the Parties Head,
And Otes the Devils Mercury are dead,
They Self-thought-Saints a Dissolution dread.
FINIS.
London, Printed by G. Croom at the Blew Ball in Thames-Street, 1684.